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Pan's Island

Indigo Garcia landed on the shore, waterlogged and sore. It wasn't a habit of hers to swim long distances on a regular basis as evidenced by the breath that she couldn't seem to catch. But the water was lapping at her feet as she rested. It was well into the night, the moon high in the sky, and Hook and his ship were long gone. Right now, her muscles were seizing up because she was too tired to stretch and instead was enduring sharp pains up and down her body.

She stifled back yelps as she tried to massage the pain out of her calves enough for her to walk. It didn't feel safe out here in the open. But it didn't exactly make her feel safe that she was heading into the hands of the enemy either. She knew it wasn't going to be the most fun of times.

By the time the pain subsided, her tiredness had begun to take over. Indigo knew she had to move before she fell asleep and so it was with great reluctance that she began to make her way through the jungle towards a small fire that had burnt out over the hours. The camp was asleep and the very thought of the action wasn't helping with her need for rest. In fact, there was something about the forest, every metre looked the same – blurry.

Sleep.

One thousand years ago…

The flowers were blooming as spring approached quickly. The night of the Spring Solstice was fast approaching and the people in Hainor were eagerly anticipating the festival. The Queen took daily walks amongst the people, demonstrating the affection and care that the royal family had for their people. Days before the festival was due to occur, the Queen's daughter turned sixteen.

On that day, she joined her mother on her venture through the towns that surrounded their castle. The forests were filled with light and the chirping of new life. Her wide eyes were astounded by the joys of their beautiful world, and also the sights of new people.

It was in Panenai that the young girl first saw him.

A group of musicians sat upon a wall, before them a crowd of dancers clapped as the music filled the streets. Ribbons and banners were being set up in preparation for the festivities. There were five men playing instruments, and almost silently from the back, was a young boy playing the pan-flute.

The girl and her mother clapped along with the music. When they had finished, the Queen was eager to move along before the sun set, but the young teenager had other ideas. Rushing quickly to the young boy she complimented, "You play beautifully."

He seemed confused, as though he had never heard those words before, "Thank you. You…you heard me play?"

"Of course," the girl smiled. "Softly, but beautifully. You should play louder."

"Oh, I don't know," the boy seemed uncomfortable with the notion.

"Don't be afraid to make music," she smiled. "Your group is playing in the capital for the solstice festival, aren't you?"

"Yes," the boy said softly.

"Then I shall see you there," she said, "And I hope you play louder."

"I'll play for you Princess," the boy said, finally connecting what she was wearing with the lady who was waving at her a few metres away.

"Thank you," she said, with a small curtsey as he bowed. "But what is your name?"

"Peter," the boy replied, "Peter of Panenai."

Present Day

"She's waking up," a young boy's voice came from behind Indigo. A prod came at her shoulder, then a second at her cheek. She wormed her head away, blinking blearily through sleepy eyes as, in the light of a new day, she found herself surrounded by a team of teenage boys. They ranged in age from early to late teens, walking at a steady pace through the jungle, undoubtedly towards Pan's camp.

Indigo opened her eyes wide to finally realise that she was being piggy-backed to the camp. Both her hands and feet were tied around the older boy who was burdened with carrying her, ruining any chance she had of reaching the knife in her boot without it being stolen.

"You know," she started, muttering into the boy's ear, "You could let me go. Pan doesn't really need to see me or, you know, torture me or anything. I could just leave."

"Peter Pan requested we find you," the drawling voice came back. "He's curious to meet the person who managed to enter Neverland without his permission."

"Because he intends to never let me leave," Indigo sighed, leaning her head into the boy's back in order to fall back to sleep.

"Pan doesn't favour girls," the boy said, turning his face back to look at her. "You're lucky to still be alive."

"Well," Indigo replied, with a tilt of her head, "I wouldn't exactly call it luck."

Pulling her hands back using the full force of her weight, the ropes tightened on his throat. She made sure that the boy couldn't speak as she said to the one next to him, "Cut the ropes or he doesn't speak again."

Half of the boys looked at each other as though that would be a good thing and in that moment, Indigo knew that her plan could actually work. In fact, she probably wouldn't need to do anything except be present in Pan's camp to watch it unfold. If Pan thought she was such a commodity, it wouldn't be hard to stick around long enough.

But one of them leant forward to cut the bonds at her feet and she was extremely glad for the freedom to walk. She looped her own hands off the boy's neck, watching him take in a deep breath. "Sorry," she winced as he rubbed profusely at his neck.

"She got you good Felix!" one of the younger boys said. A sword was at the younger boy's throat in a second. It was only a warning, but still, Felix had a temper.

"What purpose did that serve?" Felix growled as he grabbed her forward by the arm, hands still bound in front of her.

"I honestly just wanted to be able to walk," Indigo smiled at his seriously annoyed face. A few minutes later she wasn't walking any longer. Instead she was on her knees, dirt marring the jeans that she wore. As the boys stood in a wide circle around her, met by even more who hadn't gone to retrieve her, Felix called out, "The lost boys call on Peter Pan; our mission complete."

"Now now," a laughing voice called out from above in the trees. "Felix, there doesn't need to be any formalities."

Indigo looked up into the trees, turning away from the sunlight that filtered brightly through the foliage. She heard the rustling of movement and then the light thump on the ground that signified Pan's arrival.

"And you are?" she heard from very close to her. A hand pulled her face up towards his, darkened by a halo of light behind him. As she took in every part of his face, she stared defiantly at the boy. But Pan was waiting expectantly.

"Indigo Garcia," she said finally, looking into his cold eyes.

"Indigo Garcia," he repeated, stepping back and turning to Felix, "Put her in chains."